With my left properly placed on the pedal, I skipped with my right foot and hopped onto the padded banana seat. “Okay—you is okay.” I could hear my father encouraging me. I could hear his urging: “Balance! … Balance! No hurt youself!” His fading voice mixed with the warm wind humming in my ears. ...
my mother said. We were about to leave the house when she knelt in front of me in the hallway and tied my shoelaces so tightly I couldn’t feel my toes. “That’s better.” Terri walked about twenty feet ahead of us, irritated that she had to be there at all. But my mother had insisted that today was...
